It's Time For Second Chances (A One Direction Fan-fic)

Chapter 7

Brianna's POV

I woke up with a pounding headache but seeing as how i've had one for the past week I figured I'd just deal with it. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror as I put a plastic bag over my cast so I could have a shower. I turned the water on and ran my hand under until it was warm enough for me to hop in.

I let the warm water run down my back as I washed my hair and then my body. It's not easy to do with one arm but that's all I've got right now. I turned the water off and threw a towel around me and removed the plastic bag and went back into my room looking for clothes. None. Now I have to go upstairs to the laundry room.

I sighed as I made my way upstairs in a towel, praying the boys weren't home. I got to the laundry room without seeing them and grabbed the closest clean clothes I could find. Sweatpants and a band T-shirt that said 'The Ramones'. I shrugged, hoping that whoever's clothes I just took wouldn't mind. I grabbed a bra and some panties and quickly got dressed and threw the towel in the washing machine.

I guess I should probably make myself useful around here, for the past week I've been here I've gotten to know the boys a little. I know their names to their faces now, which isn't the best news ever, but I think it's pretty great. I've remembered more things about Niall too, just simple things like football games or guitar lessons but nothing to exciting. My doctor seems to think that my mind is becoming stronger so my memory should be getting stronger as well. I picked up the laundry basket and took it upstairs to the bedrooms and knocked on the first door on the right, if I remember correctly it was Zayn's. There was no answer so I went in and collected all the dirty laundry I could find and moved on to the next room, then the next until I had hit all the bedrooms except the last one on the left. I knew this one was Liam's 100%. I repeated the process of knocking and waiting until there was no answer and proceeded to walk into his room and pick up dirty laundry.

"Jesus Christ," I muttered as the laundry basket became heavier. Five boys and one laundry hamper doesn't work. I closed the door behind me and brought it down to he washing machine and put on a load of darks and went into the living room, watching TV as I waited. I flicked through channels until I noticed five familiar faces on the screen.

What the fuck.

Why are they on television? I went into the kitchen looking for a note or a text message telling me where they went. All I got was a text from Niall saying that they didn't want to wake me, but they had to get groceries. Which why would all five of them need to go? Oh, right they didn't because they lied to me.

I huffed out a breath of air and went back to the couch and turned the volume up.

Interviewer: So Harry, what are the plans for this year? Any upcoming albums or tours?

Harry: Basically, we're just going to keep doing what we usually do, and yea, you should be expecting a new album this September

Interviewer: oh great, we're all very excited to see what you're coming up with! Stay tuned with one direction for more great news on the upcoming album!

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my jaw hanging low. How could they be famous and keep that from me? I may not remember my childhood, or anything I've done for the past few years but I'm not stupid. Did they actually think they could keep this from me? Ugh I'm so mad right now.

I pulled out my phone and went to speed dial and phoned Niall, who thankfully picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi" I growled

"Is everything alright? Are you okay?"

"No I'm not fucking okay! You lied to me!" I yelled "You know I can't remember anything! You know I need help, why would you fucking lie to me?"

He sighed then replied "What did I lie about Bree?"

"YOU'RE FUCKING FAMOUS!" I screamed

"Let's talk about this when I get home okay?"

"Ugh I hate you!" I growled and hung up.

He knows I can't remember my life yet instead of trying to help me figure things out he hides things from me and lies about it. I can't stand not knowing yet he still doesn't tell me.

I sighed and ran my hand through my damp hair. I can't believe him.

About two hours later I heard the front door slam and the sound of voices fill the house.

I walked upstairs from my bedroom and went to the kitchen where they were all standing becoming quiet as I entered.

"So do you want to explain why you lied?" I questioned

"Well, you're over- reacting for starters an-" Niall began

"Over- reacting? Tell me how I'm over- reacting? I just found out that the five boys I live with are in a world famous band. That they didn't tell me, and probably weren't planning on telling me. If you haven't noticed Niall, but I'm trying to regain my memory and if I don't even know one thing about you, how am I supposed to do that?"

"Brianna, listen. We wanted to tell you, but we didn't want to you be overwhelmed. We didn't know how you'd take it!" Liam cut in

"Oh, we'll that makes me feel so much better!" I replied sarcastically "is there anything else I don't know that I should?"

Niall and Liam exchanged a look and Niall opened his mouth to say something but Liam cut him off "Yea, but uhm, I don't think you should hear this in front of everyone,"

Niall gave me an apologetic look as well as the other boys did

"okay?" I answered

"Come on Bree," Liam said and ushered for me to follow him outside.

I'm so done with the secrets.